Chapter 64

Chapter 64

Xue Zhao was caught between sleep and wakefulness, his expression somewhat hazy.

He instinctively snuggled closer, and Xiu Jixin, embracing him tightly, let his palm slide down Xue Zhao's lower back until it found a fluffy ball of tail.

Xue Zhao hummed softly, tilting his head to rub against Xiu Jixin again, his eyes narrowing like a kitten.

Xiu Jixin leaned in, kissing his eyelashes.

Pressed close together, Xue Zhao, held in a position where he could barely move, quickly sensed Xiu Jixin’s body responding.

His thoughts were sluggish; it took him a while to fully register his surroundings, staring blankly at Xiu Jixin.

Xiu Jixin kissed the tip of his nose: "Awake now?"

Xue Zhao’s cheeks flushed, and he instinctively recoiled: "You, you..."

They were both naked, and the bed didn't seem to have been thoroughly cleaned.

Before, after every encounter, Xiu Jixin would take him to bathe, and the sheets were always fresh when they slept.

But everything around them now served as proof of what they had done, making Xue Zhao inexplicably self-conscious.

And Xiu Jixin was already... like this.

It seemed to have been the same last night; this was the only significant change in Xiu Jixin since he started using his abilities.

It was reminiscent of when he was previously influenced by the Succubus’s skills.

As if, beyond that, his Emotion Score held no other meaning.

With the system blocked, Xue Zhao couldn't think clearly. He still felt dizzy, and an indescribable sense of anxiety gradually surged through his body.

He wanted to push Xiu Jixin away, but his tail was still held, and the grip suddenly tightened.

Xue Zhao instantly lost all strength, his faint breaths trembling, slightly hurried.

Xiu Jixin asked in a low voice, "How many times are left?"

Xue Zhao was confused for a moment, then understood what he meant.

Last night, he had given him the talisman water.

And the way he asked, it was as if their encounter had ended midway only because daylight had arrived, forcing Xue Zhao into slumber.

Xue Zhao remained silent, burying his head, not daring to look at him; then his chin was lifted for a kiss.

Halfway through the kiss, Xiu Jixin squeezed the back of Xue Zhao’s neck, and his movements gradually became much rougher.

Xue Zhao’s tongue felt numb, and he couldn't help but struggle slightly.

Only then did Xiu Jixin relax a little, gently continuing the kiss.

His tail was also being kneaded, and he was enveloped in a familiar scent, warm under the covers.

Xue Zhao felt both comfortable and dazed, unconsciously rubbing his legs.

After the kiss, Xiu Jixin kissed away the moisture from his lips, then suddenly asked, "Is the baby conceived?"

Xue Zhao was stunned and answered blankly, "I don't know..."

Xiu Jixin smiled: "Only twice, not conceived yet."

Xue Zhao’s cheeks flushed, as if he tacitly agreed.

And his obedient appearance made one want to tease him even more.

Xiu Jixin’s eyes darkened, suppressing an inexplicable irritability, and coaxed him, "You promised to give me a little rabbit baby."

Xue Zhao was shy and hesitant, and softly "Mm-hmm"ed.

His tail was being stroked so comfortably that he was in a daze, probably not even knowing what he had agreed to.

The result was that Xue Zhao was pressed down and kissed again.

The bed was soft, and the room lights were dazzling.

Xue Zhao touched an old scar on Xiu Jixin’s shoulder, and his fingertips trembled involuntarily.

He hadn't had time to look last night, and later he didn't have the energy to care.

Xue Zhao touched it again, then was flipped over, lying on the pillow.

It had already happened twice, and after a night's sleep, his body still retained the memory.

Xiu Jixin no longer worried about Xue Zhao’s discomfort, and entered while kneading his tail.

Xue Zhao gasped, his fingertips clutching the corner of the blanket curling up.

It was done this way last night too, while stroking his tail, but it seemed even more comfortable.

A tingling sensation spread upwards from his tailbone, causing an itch throughout his body.

Gradually, Xue Zhao began to lose track of whether it was from touching his tail or if he had originally desired it, making the sensation even stronger.

Such a thought was truly shameful, lingering in his mind for only a second, making him tremble all over.

The system had said that among the effects the item would have on him, the more troublesome ones were false pregnancy and estrus.

Xue Zhao was briefly clear-headed, but only for a short while, then he was made groggy by more violent thrusts.

Behind him, Xiu Jixin gripped Xue Zhao’s waist, veins protruding on his arms.

His pupils were pitch black, suppressing the surging violent intent, staring intently at the trembling rabbit ears.

Halfway through, Xue Zhao was flipped over again.

Xiu Jixin watched the expression on his face, pinched his chin to make him stick out his tongue, and wanted to kiss him.

Xue Zhao obediently complied, almost out of breath from the kiss.

Outside, the night grew darker, and the bed frame creaked for a long time before stopping.

After one round, Xiu Jixin’s breathing softened considerably, and he gently stroked Xue Zhao’s silver hair.

Xue Zhao half-lay in his arms, recovering for a while.

Exhausted and disoriented, the anxiety in his body seemed to disappear, and his mind became a little clearer.

The scent in the room had not yet dissipated, and their posture was still very intimate.

Xue Zhao felt his tail was wet, and secretly blushed with shame.

He couldn't hold back for long and whispered to Xiu Jixin, "I want to take a shower."

In Xue Zhao’s habit, after a shower, the room would also become tidy again.

Xiu Jixin kissed Xue Zhao’s cheek and replied, "Okay."

The lights were on in the living room, and the curtains were drawn tightly everywhere.

Xiu Jixin simply picked up Xue Zhao and took him directly to the bathroom.

There was no bathtub in the bathroom, so Xiu Jixin spread several clothes on the floor.

Xue Zhao obediently sat on them, letting him bathe him.

Like treating a rabbit doll, he was meticulously washed, then closed his eyes to wash his hair and rabbit ears.

But before he was even finished, Xiu Jixin kneaded Xue Zhao’s tail and did it again.

The sound of water splashed continuously, Xue Zhao’s cheeks were flushed from the steam, and his whole body felt soft.

When he finally came out of the bathroom, he was too tired to open his eyes, leaning against Xiu Jixin’s arms as he was carried into the bedroom.

However, the bed had not been cleaned, and Xue Zhao was unwilling to lie on it.

He hugged Xiu Jixin’s neck tightly and complained, "No."

So Xiu Jixin took him to the living room sofa and blew dry his hair first.

Xue Zhao was still undressed, wrapped in a large bath towel.

He sat on the sofa and reached out to touch Xiu Jixin’s damp hair ends.

Xiu Jixin’s slightly lowered brows and eyes always appeared cold, but his movements were very gentle.

Taking care of a ghost like this, there was probably no one else.

Not only his hair, but his rabbit ears were also wet, and the fluff needed to be carefully dried bit by bit.

When he finally finished blowing, Xiu Jixin stroked Xue Zhao’s fluffy rabbit ears, leaned in and said, "Show me your tail."

Xue Zhao froze for a moment, at a loss: "No, no need."

He tried to retreat, but Xiu Jixin pulled him onto his lap.

"No," Xiu Jixin said softly, "It's not good for your tail to be wet."

Xue Zhao’s cheeks flushed: "Then I'll do it myself."

Xiu Jixin ignored him, pressed him into his arms, and lifted the hem of the bath towel.

Xue Zhao couldn't resist, burying his face in shame.

The hairdryer was turned on again, and Xiu Jixin touched the snow-white tail ball, rubbing it for a long time.

Once his tail was completely dry, Xue Zhao regained his freedom, quickly retreated, and pulled up his bath towel.

His red eyes were moist, and he glared weakly at Xiu Jixin: "Bastard."

Xiu Jixin put down the hairdryer, pulled Xue Zhao back into his arms, and kissed him heavily on the face.

"I've already fucked you," he said in a low voice, "Can't I even touch it?"

It wasn't just about touching his tail.

Xue Zhao buried himself in his arms, silent, the tips of his ears, visible through his hair, turning red.

Xiu Jixin held him for a while, dried his own hair, and then dressed him.

The rabbit doll was in the bedroom, and Xue Zhao waited alone on the sofa.

When the clothes appeared, he looked down and saw an unworn nightgown.

It was blue and white, long-sleeved, and the fabric was the same as the pajamas he had worn before.

A moment later, Xiu Jixin came out of the bedroom and picked up Xue Zhao, who was wearing new clothes, back into his arms.

Xue Zhao was a little displeased: "Why am I wearing this?"

Xiu Jixin wrapped his arm around his waist and lowered his eyes: "Convenient."

Xue Zhao blushed and dared not ask where it was convenient.

Perhaps because they had done it again during the shower, the continuous intimacy made him much calmer, but after drying his tail and being touched for a long time, he seemed to feel a bit more muddled again.

Xue Zhao tried not to think about it, leaning against Xiu Jixin’s arms, changing the subject: "Why didn't you change the sheets?"

He had come out so quickly, the bed hadn't been tidied at all.

Xiu Jixin replied, "I don't want to change it."

The air in the room was filled with lust, including Xue Zhao in front of him, which could attract his attention and prevent his rationality from being affected by the malevolent energy of the Day of Seven Killings.

He had lied to Xue Zhao yesterday and hadn't told the truth.

The arrival of the Day of Seven Killings would indeed cause what he called "backlash" to him.

But he was not unprepared; at least he could ensure that Xue Zhao would not be harmed when he couldn't control himself.

Xiu Jixin gently kissed Xue Zhao’s cheek and coaxed, "Want to watch TV with me?"

Xue Zhao was quiet for a moment, then obediently replied, "Mm-hmm."

The TV was on, and the lights in the living room and bedroom were still bright.

After watching TV for a while, Xue Zhao briefly zoned out, and when he tugged at the hem of his clothes, he unconsciously touched his tail.

The night was deep, and it was past midnight.

The first day of the Day of Seven Killings was about to end, and the pervasive ghostly energy and malevolent energy were quietly strengthening.

Downstairs, three Heavenly Masters were still on guard.

It was late, and the lights nearby were diminishing, but someone noticed that a certain place remained lit.

"It seemed to be the same last night," he inquired, "Should we go check with the compass?"

It would certainly be better to confirm Xiu Jixin’s exact location, as it would allow them to make more preparations.

The leader of the team pondered for a moment, then nodded: "Okay, be careful."

So, one of the three stayed behind, and the other two entered the residential area together, gradually approaching the lit location.

Upon reaching the building downstairs, the two needles in the compass moved slightly.

The Heavenly Master holding the compass frowned: "This..."

Both needles moved simultaneously, indicating that there was not only malevolent energy but also ghostly energy nearby.

However, both energies were very faint, as if they had just passed through here, making it impossible to confirm completely.

Meanwhile, upstairs.

Xiu Jixin looked sideways at the tightly drawn curtains, a hint of impatience in his expression.

The malevolence in his eyes was also surging, revealing an irritable impulse.

Since they were so wary of him, why not just kill all these people on the Day of Seven Killings?

At this moment, Xue Zhao in his arms suddenly stirred, looking up.

Xiu Jixin withdrew his gaze, and the coldness in his eyes subsided significantly.

Xue Zhao didn't notice his abnormality, looking somewhat anxious and confused, and timidly spoke: "I..."

Xiu Jixin asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Xue Zhao’s cheeks were also a little red, and his breathing was slightly unsteady.

He reached out and hugged Xiu Jixin, slowly saying, "I think... I'm not feeling well."

Xiu Jixin raised his hand and brushed back his bangs: "Where do you feel unwell?"

Xue Zhao hugged his hand, tilted his head, and rubbed his cheek against the warm palm, vaguely saying, "I want a kiss..."